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All my patna's from the hood dawg we understand We ain't letting section 8 get the upper hand Tryna flip this pie then we stacking up some rubber bands Tryna put my brothers in a place where they understand I was 11 when I first started rap and shit Figured that I'd go platinum right off the bat and shit Funny how this life works and yeah dawg the people change Swear this verse is light work and I'm about to crush the game I'm a different cloth young man we ain't cut the same When I cut these records upper cuts fuck the lames Flipping through the pages of my journal when I write this Feeling amazing bullets be grazing but I fight to live Praying that the boy gonna see 25 I hit 21 I prayed to be alive Cause the city that I'm from dawg is really do or die 17 years young I'm chilling I'm outside Witnessing a couple killings while they running off like villains in the darkest of nights Truly remember all those sounds back in Cinnamon Woods I need a shorty that's gon make me feel real good I need a blunt rolled fat for my patna's in the back 15 tryna steal my mama's Cavalier Had me doing reckless shit all year Had me doing reckless shit all year Had me doing reckless shit all year Aus Songtexte Mania